


Visiting Family

by ThirteenRedVampireBites



Series: Military Buddie [1]
Category: 9-1-1 (TV), Chicago Fire
Genre: Adorable Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Army Medic, Buck's family will straighten it out, Captains, Christopher Diaz Has Two Dads, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Christopher Diaz is a Sweetheart, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Eddie Diaz Takes Care of Evan "Buck" Buckley, F/F, F/M, Give Buck a Good Family, Hospitals, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Injured Evan "Buck" Buckley, Lieutenant Eddie Diaz, Like way more injured, M/M, Married Matt Casey/Kelly Severide, Next of kin, Petty Officer Evan "Buck" Buckley, Post-Bombing, Sick Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, They're not together yet, U.S. Navy SEAL Evan "Buck" Buckley, U.S. Navy SEALs, Worried Christopher Diaz, Worried Eddie Diaz, but they will be, eventually, everyone can see it, sorry - Freeform
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-11-06
Updated: 2021-02-02
Packaged: 2021-03-08 23:34:22
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,311
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27425032
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ThirteenRedVampireBites/pseuds/ThirteenRedVampireBites
Summary: Everyone knows the story; the Buckley parents are nowhere to be seen, ever. However, Buck has other family who are much better for him and drop everything as soon as they hear what has happened.
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Firehouse 118 Crew, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Matthew Casey/Kelly Severide
Series: Military Buddie [1]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2076627
Comments: 20
Kudos: 250





	1. Hurt

**Author's Note:**

> Buddie Discord got me to start watching Chicago Fire, now here we are. There are no crossovers as of the first chapter, hence it not being tagged, but when they enter the tags will be updated. 
> 
> In usual fashion, Happy Birthday to me, and here's my gift to all of you.
> 
> ~Kael

Eddie paced the waiting room, shaking hands clasped behind his back as he weaved through the chairs and outstretched feet of his crewmates while they waited for the doctor to come out with any news about Buck. Their youngest member was injured, the blond broken and beaten and _alone._

“Why hasn’t there been an update?” he hissed, turning on his heels to go the other direction. His boots scuffed on the floor as his arm was grabbed by Hen, the woman tugging him towards the chair next to her.

“Sit down,” Hen retorted. “They’ll come out when they can.”

She’d barely gotten the words out when the doors back to the operating rooms opened and a doctor came out, gray scrubs rumpled and an operating cap in one hand while the other scrubbed through his hair.

“Which of you is Robert Nash or Madeline Buckley?” the doctor questioned, stuffing the operating cap into the pocket of his pants.

Bobby stood up from his seat, pushing a hand through his hair. “I’m Robert Nash. Miss Buckley is on her way.”

“You’re Mister Buckley’s Emergency Contact, so I’ll be frank,” the doctor said softly, folding his arms over his chest. “Due to the severity of Mister Buckley’s injuries, and our fears of the outcome, we’ve called his registered Next of Kin. We’ve done the best we can, but the trauma Mister Buckley sustained is extensive. As of right now, Mister Buckley is resting in the ICU while we wait for him to stabilise after this primary surgery before we take him for more. He’s as stable as he can be but there is going to be more that needs to be done before he can make a recovery.”

Tension drained from the waiting room at that news. It wasn’t a lot, since the news wasn’t great but it was _better_ news that they could have hoped for with the injuries that Buck had suffered and the fact that he’d flatlined already on the way to the hospital in the first place.

“Do you—” Bobby cleared his throat before trying again. “Do you know when the Next of Kin will arrive?”

“Sometime in the next eight hours,” the doctor replied. “You can see him, one at a time and only for a few minutes at a time. He’s in room fifteen-ten.”

“Thank you,” Bobby whispered, a relieved smile on his face as the doctor patted his arm. He watched the doctor walk off, going to the desk and speaking with nurses and other doctors. He turned to face the others, “Who wants to go first?”

Eddie remained quiet as the others decided on a list of who would go. He wasn’t sure he could see his friend like that, in a hospital bed, still and calm in a way that he wasn’t ever in daily life. He dropped heavily into the free chair that Hen had dragged him to, pressing his hands to his face, fingers buried into his hair.

“Eddie?” Hen murmured, crouching down in front of him and resting her hands on his knees. “Eddie, he’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that,” Eddie croaked, tugging at his hair. Chewing on his lip, he blinked back the tears gathering, eyes wet as he stared at the floor.

Hen squeezed Eddie’s knees, getting his attention on her. She rested a hand against his cheek, patting gently. “Honey, that boy is too strong to let this take him out. He will come back to us, and he’s going to _fight_. Fight for everything.” When Eddie nodded, brushing a hand over his eyes, she patted his cheek again before standing. “Come on, let’s get you in to see him.”

“What am I going to tell Christopher?” Eddie muttered to himself as he followed her.

“The same thing I’m going to tell Denny, that Bobby and Athena are going to tell May and Harry, and that Chim will explain properly to Maddie.” Hen looked back at him calmly, adding, “The truth; that Buck is hurt and, in the hospital, and whatever happens, happens.”

Eddie let out a deep sigh, nodding and slipping his phone out of his pocket. “I’m going to talk to Abuela and see about getting Chris down here, so he can see Buck for himself. It might be easier for him to understand that way.”

“Are you sure?” Hen asked, leading Eddie over to Bobby’s side.

“Yes, he needs to understand, and he needs to see that Buck is alive,” Eddie mumbled, fingers flying over the screen as he texted his grandmother who had Chris for the night.

“Eddie, since you’re waiting for Chris, do you want to go last? Chim is going to wait for Maddie out here. She should be here in half an hour or so.” Bobby rested a hand on the back of Eddie’s neck, squeezing gently as he asked, “Or do you want to see him before taking Chris to do the same?”

“I need to see him,” Eddie whispered, clutching his phone to his chest. “Before I take Chris to see him.”

“How about you go first?” Bobby suggested, giving him a light shove towards the desk to get a pass. When the younger man was gone, he looked over at Hen, sighing quietly. “I’m going to see if Eddie can stay with Buck.”

“Probably not,” Hen muttered. “But you can try, Cap.”

“I’m going to give it a hell of a shot.”

Eddie hesitated outside Buck’s room, staring through the little window in the wall that looked into the room. Biting his lip, he watched for a moment as Buck’s chest rose and fell, the hiss of the ventilator just barely audible from outside the room.

A hand on his arm had him jumping, and he turned to see a female nurse standing there. The woman’s short blue tipped blonde hair pinned back from her face with a couple of clips. The ID card pinned to her lilac top had a smiling picture of her with the name **Coradine Luiz, RN** underneath.

“The ventilator is a precaution,” she assured him. “His ribs are compromised, and the doctors want to make sure he’s getting enough oxygen, so he’s getting it through the ventilator.”

“What are his injuries?” Eddie asked, more to stall himself from going into than any true curiosity about his friend’s injuries.

“His left leg was crushed by the truck, the bones definitely shattered though we haven’t taken him back for an x-ray yet. His ribs were fractured in the blast. His right wrist is injured, known thanks to unconscious pain reactions while we prepped him. He’s got a laceration to his scalp opposite to his birthmarks. Otherwise, most of his injuries are contusions and abrasions. He’s got road burn on a fair portion of his body, thankfully his uniform protected him some.”

Eddie covered his mouth with a hand, breathing harshly through his nose as he took in his friend’s form. A muttered blessing slipped his lips as he finally moved towards the door, pausing to take a deep breath before he turned the knob and stepped into the room.

“Oh, Evan,” Eddie murmured, standing just outside the separating curtain. He stepped close to the bed, sliding a hand over Buck’s where it lay on the bedspread. Wrapping his fingers around Buck’s wrist, he searched out the blond’s pulse, feeling it under thin skin as he heard the monitor beeping in his ear. “Buck, come back to us.”

Scrubbing his fingers through Buck’s partially cleaned hair, Eddie sighed. “Come back to us.”

There was a knock at the door, signalling the end of his time with the Buck. He squeezed Buck’s wrist gently, leaning down to knock their temples together. “I’ll bring Chris to see you as soon as he gets here, Buck. Stay strong.”

With those final words and another squeeze to Buck’s wrist, Eddie pulled away and slipped from the room, Hen passing him to go inside. Sighing, Eddie pulled his phone from his pocket, feeling it vibrate against his leg. He had a son to attempt to explain all this to waiting for him.


	2. Kelly

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> The beginning of the crossover. CFD in the house~

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> The beginning of the crossover has arrived!~ 
> 
> Just some quick notes before y'all get into it.
> 
>   * I've gotten about 1/2 way through season 1 of _Chicago Fire_ , so more recent events are from reading the wiki, just a warning.
>   * I've done some fiddling with **everything** , so yes, I know that Kelly is not a Captain irl, but that will be explained later among a bunch of other things.
>   * This 'verse was started **_loooooooong_** before the Buckley parents' names were announced, so in keeping with the already established canon of this 'verse I'm keeping their names as is.
> 

> 
> Anyway~ Enjoy, darlings!
> 
> ~Kael

Eddie was sitting in the waiting room when they arrived. Buck had been taken back for another surgery to clean his wounds and try doing more for his leg, so now Eddie was sitting in the ICU waiting room, Chris asleep in the chair next to his, curled up under Eddie’s jacket.

The boy had refused to leave after seeing Buck. Eddie could only be thankful that the next day was the weekend and Christopher didn’t have school, otherwise he knew he’d be fighting an uphill battle.

The waiting room faced the reception area, so Eddie had a clear view of the two men who arrived with black duffle bags over their shoulders and what were obviously Fire Department jackets on. Eddie watched as the two men went to the desk, the larger dark-haired one staying quiet while his lither blond companion spoke quickly to the nurse manning the station. She pointed towards Eddie and he watched the two men say something else before they made their way over, dropping their bags on the floor in front of the chairs across from Eddie.

“Firefighter Diaz?” the blond questioned.

Eddie sat up straight from where he’d been slouched in the chair, nodding. “That’s me.”

“I’m Captain Matthew Casey,” the blond introduced, waving to his companion as he continued, “This is Captain Kelly Severide, Chicago Fire Department. Kelly is Evan’s cousin.”

“Next of Kin?” Eddie questioned, running a hand through his hair. At the nod from Severide, Eddie hummed. “Buck’s in for his second surgery. They needed to clean out his wounds and remove some more bone shards from his leg while giving him some more blood. He’s more stable than he was when the hospital called you, but with the amount of blood loss and trauma…”

“Fucking hell, Evan,” Severide muttered, rubbing his hands over his face as he collapsed back into the chair behind him. “This is crazy.”

Casey snickered, knocking their shoulders together. “It’s the Buckley Luck, Kel. You’ve both got it in spades.” Severide grumbled unintelligibly at the comment, a hand pressed to his eyes. With a soft look on his face, Casey grabbed Severide’s hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing gently. “Try and get some sleep, Kel. You were on a call before we left, and we’ve pulled three doubles in the past two weeks.” Severide opened his mouth to protest but Casey cut him off, “I’ll wake you if they come out with anything.”

Severide huffed but nodded, shifting until he was as comfortable as he could be, leaning against Casey’s shoulder, tucking his face against Casey’s throat. Huffing quietly, he nudged Casey gently until with a soft snort, the blond wrapped his arm around him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“Sleep, Kel,” Casey repeated, kissing his head again. His left hand rose, a glint of black around his finger catching Eddie’s attention briefly as Casey ran his fingers through Severide’s hair.

Casey waited until Severide slumped against his shoulder, silent but for his soft breathing. When he was sure that Severide was asleep, he shifted them around until they were both slumped back against their chairs. Once he was sure that Severide was truly asleep, Casey turned to Eddie, asking quietly, “What’s the damage?”

“Worse than they thought when they called,” Eddie admitted, gently straightening out his jacket over Chris. “His left leg was crushed; there was a clean break of his femur, but his fibula and tibia were crushed in two places by the engine landing on him. They’ve taken him back twice to pull shards out of the crush fractures, and the surgeon already told me that they’re thinking another will be necessary before they’re satisfied, then it will be at least a few more days before they are ready to put any pins in based on the amount of blood he’s lost.

“Both his wrists are fractured from the landing. His right arm is broken above the elbow. He’s broken eight ribs; three on the right and five on the left. He’s got a three-inch laceration in his scalp from his left eyebrow into his hairline that needed glue and six stitches. He had eight puncture wounds that needed glass and metal removed before each was stitched closed. He has road rash covering most of his body, even through his uniform. The doctors worry about brain trauma but with him being unconscious…”

“They don’t know what’s going to happen,” Casey finished, knowing full well what Eddie meant.

“No, they don’t,” Eddie agreed.

Casey hummed, dropping his cheek to the top of Severide’s head. “We’ll have to wait and see what happens when Evan wakes.” A sudden thought had him blinking at Eddie, “Has he been awake at any point?”

Eddie shook his head, “Conscious yes, awake not so much. His eyes have opened twice but he says nothing, just stares at the ceiling before fading out again.”

It goes unspoken that that fact is not good. Casey and Eddie fall silent, their companions sleeping at their sides.

Casey rubbed his cheek lightly against Severide’s head, a small smile spreading across his face. “Mm, this might be the worst that Evan has been through, but that boy’s a fighter, he’ll be fine.”

A small smile spread over Eddie’s face too, “Hopefully he’s not as much a baby about it this time.”

“Oh?” Casey questioned with an eyebrow raised.

Eddie snorted slightly, “I take it he didn’t tell you that we’ve been friends for a while?” He huffed, running a hand through his hair. “Perhaps if I introduced myself as Lieutenant Edmundo Diaz, Army Medical Corps?”

A grin spread over Casey’s face at the name, he now understood what Eddie meant. “Evan’s always been a baby about injuries. I’ve known him almost twenty years, and always the same. Whines and moans, bitches and curses, pouts and hides, all until he’s healed enough for his liking.”

Eddie chuckled quietly, knowing full well what Casey meant. “How do you know Buck, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours.”

“Deal, Captain.”

“Please, call me Matt.”

“Yes, si—” A sheepish look on his face, Eddie dimpled at Matt. “Sorry. Matt.”

Matt snorted in amusement. “Kelly and Evan were raised together,” Matt started, briefly looking down at Kelly as the other man shifted in his sleep. “Kelly’s and Evan’s Dads are half-brothers through their father. Benny Severide was born when Admiral Buckley was stationed near Chicago. Admiral Buckley was transferred out before he was born, so it wasn’t until thirteen years later that he even knew Benny existed. By that point, Michael Buckley was eight, Maxine was three, and Colonel Buckley was eight-months pregnant with Melanie. Benny spent the next six summers with the Buckleys in Virginia.

“Michael and Olivia Strand were fifteen when Maddie was born. She was mainly raised by Admiral and Colonel Buckley since their parents were still in school. Unfortunately… Michael never really grew up; he was more interested in partying and having fun than having anything to do with Maddie, and the only reason that he and Olivia got married was James Strand threating a court case and Admiral Buckley stepping out of it.

“Evan was a bit of an accident, and he is upfront about that fact. Olivia and Michael were on and off constantly, and there was a slip up on Olivia’s twenty-ninth birthday. They tried, really, but when Olivia got promoted a couple years later, that was the end of it, they got a divorce and Evan was left in the custody of his Dad.” Matt sighed, reaching up to ruffle fingers through his hair, “Which didn’t last long either.

“Around the time Evan was born, Kelly’s Mom, Jennifer, got sick. She and Benny had been separated for five or so years? So, when she died… Admiral Buckley stepped up. Jennifer’s sister lived out of the country, no one knew where Benny was, and Jennifer’s parents are older than Admiral and Colonel Buckley, so Kelly moved from Chicago to Virginia. Kelly was fifteen when Evan’s Aunt Max caught Evan home alone and the oldest Buckleys rained hell on Michael’s head.

“By the time I met Evan when I was nineteen, he was like every ten-year-old should be, but from what Kelly’s told me… When Evan was brought home after being checked out at the hospital and by CPS, how he acted freaked Kelly out. He was quiet and subdued, nothing like any of their other cousins his age or the younger siblings of Kel’s friends. It took a while but eventually Evan broke out of that shell, ending up following Kelly around like a duckling.”

“Most teenage boys wouldn’t be that happy with that,” Eddie mused, “I know I wasn’t.”

“Mm, Kelly always wanted siblings,” Matt admitted, gently brushing his thumb across the back of Kelly’s hand. “And with Evan’s behaviour that first year, it was easy for Kelly to let him follow him around, and sprawl all over him, and ask him for things.

“Kelly graduated from Franklin Military Academy in Richmond with Honors, and rather than joining the Coast Guard like everyone thought he would, he moved to Chicago and joined the Fire Academy instead. We met when he and another friend needed a new roommate after the other one dropped out of the Academy. I’d just turned eighteen and aged out of the system, so when they offered the room for the bare minimum… I was both understandably wary and grateful. That Christmas, Kelly strongarmed me into coming back to Virginia with him, Evan was so excited.” A wistful smile spread on the blond’s face, “Kelly’d barely parked in the driveway before the kid was bouncing down the porch stairs to greet him, practically bowling him over in the process. He was wary for about all of five minutes before Kel threw a snowball at me and it devolved from there.”

Eddie smiled, imagining a tiny version of his friend playing in the snow. It was an adorable image, a teeny, tiny, probably willowy version of his best friend all bundled up in winter gear and playing in the snow.

“Kel and I have been on and off for ten years since then. We got married about three years ago, Evan was Kelly’s Best Man. He’s the little brother both of us always wanted, so when the Hospital tried to call, and I answered Kelly’s phone while he was out… We dropped everything as soon as Kelly got back from his call and came here as soon as we could.”

Eddie brushed a hand through Chris’ hair gently, playing with the sleep-ruffled curls as he got his thoughts in order. “I joined the Army in college while doing my general studies. During Basic I was highest in the class for First Aid and the instructor recommended me for Medical training, so I transferred to the Medics branch.

“I met my soon-to-be ex-wife after I finished training while I was in Austin visiting cousins. It was never supposed to be anything more than a ‘while-I-am-around’ thing but six weeks before I shipped out, she shows up at my apartment with a positive pregnancy test.” Eddie sighed as he looked down at his hand, staring at the golden band still wrapped around his finger. “We weren’t planning to get married, we’d gone to a lawyer to draw up a Rights agreement, but our parents found out… and you know, _Texas_ , so we had a quick wedding before I shipped out and I was gone two weeks after we married.

“I was granted a month’s leave when Christopher was born, but then I was back for the rest of my tour. I spent six months at home before my next tour, and by the time my next assignment was announced, I was glad for it. We were constantly fighting, Chris was about the only good thing of being home in El Paso, so I started taking more tours.

“It was my fourth tour, the first one back after my first injury, that I met Evan. I was assigned to the Hospital for the day, and Evan came in late in the afternoon with a fractured arm and cracked ribs. Him trying to get his jacket off was an effort and a half and highly entertaining besides, but he was straightened out fairly easily with a cast and a wrap.

“It was after that that he was a big baby. Thanks to the fact that he’s linguistically blessed, Evan was basically remanded to Base instead of getting to go out with the rest of Ten, so he spent the next two months whining about it between getting work done.

“Ten served out that tour, then they were rotated into the Reserves while Lieutenant Commander McGarrett was reassigned to a Fugitive Taskforce. Evan and I emailed back and forth as he bounced around the Americas with Seven and Naval Intelligence. He was the first to know when Shannon left and in return, he told me first when he decided to follow several of his teammates here to LA.”

Eddie smirked as he thought about the next part of the story, continuing to speak as he resettled his jacket around Chris’ shoulders. “We didn’t tell him we were coming up here,” he admitted, “We just told him we were moving, and it would be back to emails from the video chats as we did so.”

Matt snickered. “I imagine he was impressed when he found out.”

“…I may have just shown up to my orientation day without telling him anything…” Eddie agreed sheepishly, another grin on his face. “His face was a sight. He was _pissed._ I had a bruise on my arm for almost a week afterwards.”

Any reply was interrupted by a nurse coming over from the rear rooms. “Lieutenant Diaz, Petty Officer Buckley is waking up again, if you could…” she hedged, and Eddie nodded, glancing at Chris briefly before he started to get up.

“What’s happening?” Matt questioned quietly.

“Arin,” Eddie addressed the nurse, motioning to Matt and the sleeping Kelly, “This is Captain Matt Casey of the Chicago Fire Department, and the sleeping man is Ev’s cousin Captain Kelly Severide, his husband. Perhaps it would be best if we got all of Ev’s family up to speed.”

“Ah,” she hummed in understanding. “I’ll explain quickly, if you want to wake your husband, Captain.”

Matt shook Kelly’s shoulder gently. “Kel. Kel, wake up,” he hissed, shaking him some more.

Kelly groaned, but like anyone working in a job like theirs, was awake as soon as Matt had finished speaking, blinking sleepily but obviously awake.

“Captain, your cousin is coming to consciousness, and we’ve had some… issues with that,” Arin explained, straightening her top.

“He’s fighting,” Eddie admitted as he knelt down to smooth Chris’ curls away from his face. “He’s not really awake, but he’s afraid, either stuck in the bombing or back in Afghanistan or on a mission he ran with Ten, but either way, he’s fighting and the first time he had to be chemically restrained because he was ripping at his bandages. Second time I was in the room and managed to calm him down before the nurses even got in the room.”

“So now we try to make sure that Lieutenant Diaz is in the room, but if Captain Severide can get him to calm down…” Arin hedged.

“We can try,” Kelly agreed, pushing himself to his feet with the arms of the chair. He rolled his shoulders and stretched as he waited for Eddie to stand and lead the way back to Buck’s room.

The noise was obvious as soon as they came close to the room. Machines were beeping, the two nurses inside the room were trying to talk to Buck but he was still fighting, writhing on the bed under the weight of the two large men practically laying on him.

“Buckley!” Eddie snapped and it was like something settled in Buck. He stopped fighting, just laying on the bed panting, unseeing eyes focused on the ceiling. Eddie stepped all the way into the room, moving to the end of the bed and wrapping his hand around Buck’s good ankle, squeezing firmly. “Sit rep, Petty Officer.”

Buck didn’t say anything, just shifted on the bed, his good leg flexing under Eddie’s hand. Eddie sighed; he’d been afraid of that.

“Ev?” Kelly called attention to himself, and that got a response from Buck as the nurses backed off leaving Eddie and Kelly to deal with Buck on their own. “Evan, can you hear me?”

A short whine left Buck’s throat and his head turned towards where Kelly was standing. Kelly smiled, and kept talking as he moved further into the room towards the chair next to Buck’s bed. “Little brother, what have you gotten yourself into? You know that the rest of the family are going to show up now, don’t you?” He sat down on the chair, reaching out for Buck’s hand and wrapping his own around it as his other fell to Buck’s hair, dragging through sweat damp curls. “Grandma and Granda are gonna come out, and the Aunts maybe. All the cousins for sure. I’m sure someone called Uncle Rick, so you know that Gr’Aunt Martha and Alexis are on their way too. Who else do you think will come, hmm?”

As Kelly kept talking, Buck relaxed and the tension Eddie’d been carrying dropped from his shoulders as the blond settled, leaning into his cousin’s touch even if he wasn’t aware enough to speak or open his eyes. This was the first real sign that Buck would be okay, so Eddie let it go.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

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